Rise of the Dragon by C. K. Gold

Author:C. K. Gold [Gold, C. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Gay, GLBT, MM, Romance
Amazon: B079NXCJJG
Publisher: LoveLight Press
Published: 2018-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

The next couple of weeks were almost magical; certainly more so than the inert piece of granite Red Hand fawned over back at headquarters. Fang teetered on the sharp edge of bliss and frustration. For every two steps forward with Birch, there was always one back. They stole hours of kissing, but for all that, Fang hadn’t even undressed him. The easy social nudity of baths and dressing evaporated in the heat of mutual desire. Birch had turned surprisingly shy.

Fang had never brought himself off so many times in his life. It was like returning to the madness of boyhood, always finding excuses to be alone and furtively hiding what he was up to. But Birch cooled quickly when Fang was too open with his desire; he didn’t want to push his luck too far. He reminded himself to be patient each time Birch withdrew. Nothing would be gained from pushing.

They’d had a hard night of drinking after one of Birch’s teams limped back, half of them dead after a bad tangle with Jun’s men. Birch was still asleep in Fang’s bed when the sun rose. Fang traced the line of Birch’s cheekbone lightly, aware of how his callused finger caught and dragged on the fine, smooth skin. Birch had stripped down to just drawstring trousers. The rising sun gilded him through the open window, and Fang marveled silently. He wanted badly to touch, but was afraid of breaking the moment. The only times he’d felt real fear, he realized, all involved Birch — from their young days all the way to today.

Fang had done his best to shield Birch from every wicked twist of fate he could. For that, Fang had earned a reputation of being violent and willful. But Birch had been a small and beautiful child, and Fang had realized early on what that meant to a certain kind of person. Almost as offensive were the ranks of men and women waiting to care for Fang in return for whatever secrets they imagined his father had taught him. He’d been too young to be initiated into any mysteries; they were all invariably disappointed when he told them nothing.

He took a deep breath. Those times were past. Birch was still beautiful, but there was nothing fragile about the man sprawled in his bed. He almost glowed. Fang was sure it was no mistake — he was the son of a priest, but Birch was the one who’d been most interested in his father’s teachings. If Red Hand hadn’t struck, Birch might’ve become a scholar or a sage. Now neither of them would ever know how things might have turned out.

At least Birch had escaped so many of life’s scars. The visible ones, at least. Fang looked like a butcher’s block in comparison. He was rarely conscious of it; women had never needed much convincing to fall into his arms, but Birch was different. Fang felt compelled to seduce him, and there was very little beautiful in the angry knots of scar tissue Birch had already seen.

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